My practice derives from a need to revisit brief instants in time, moments that lasted no longer than a few minutes and a craving to preserve the strange impression they made on me. As multiple images of places and faces turn into memory, I choose to paint what little I remember in oil, yearning to recreate vision-like sceneries. Like stills in a film, I wish for my paintings to have the power of taking endless forms in each viewer’s mind, be able to bend in and out of shape, to become relatable.
I can hardly recall what made me want to paint a certain scene at times, as I repeat the process a few times, and in doing so I find myself disguising my own experiences into fiction. Over the course of my degree I have attempted to move on to less personal subjects, tell new tales, yet I discover over and over again, that my art feels as if it’s at its most valuable when the stories I illustrate are dear to me. The series I will be presenting consists of heavy feelings of nostalgia and joy, of sensations I cherish and of fleeting moments on loop on anyone’s memory.